Let me start by saying Verity is NOT your typical Colleen Hoover book. If you're expecting a heartwarming romance, think again. This is psychological thriller territory—dark, disturbing, and impossible to put down.

I picked it up on a rainy weekend, thinking I'd read a few chapters. Next thing I knew, it was 3 AM and I was too creeped out to turn off the lights. The story follows Lowen, a struggling writer hired to complete a famous author's series after she's incapacitated. But when Lowen finds Verity's unpublished autobiography? That's when things get seriously twisted.

The way Hoover writes Verity's manuscript gave me actual chills. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion—you know you should look away, but you can't. I found myself reading passages aloud to my partner just to share the shock factor (they now think I have questionable taste in books).

What surprised me most was how Hoover makes you question every character's motives. Is Jeremy really the grieving husband he appears to be? Is Verity truly unconscious in that bedroom? And can we even trust Lowen's perspective? The layers of unreliability had me second-guessing everything.

Fair warning: this book deals with extremely dark themes (child harm being the big one). There were moments I had to set it down and take breathers—not because of poor writing, but because Hoover makes the horror feel uncomfortably real.

The ending...oh man, THE ENDING. Without spoilers: that final twist lives rent-free in my head months later. It completely reframes everything you've read and leaves you staring at the last page going 'Wait...WHAT?'

Would I recommend it? Absolutely—but only if you're ready for a story that'll mess with your mind long after you finish reading. Just maybe don't start it right before bedtime like I did.